Cloud Crisis

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“Looking pretty miffed there,” said Cloud.

“I am not sure what I am,” sighed Hydra. “Frustrated.”

“Ah,” replied Cloud. “An identity crisis. I get them a lot.”

“How come?” asked Hydra

“Imagine this,” said Cloud. “Every time a human looks at the clouds above and sees a shape in a cloud, a baby, a plane, a giraffe or the face of God, another of me appears in the land in-between.”

“How many of you are there?” asked Hydra.

“Last count,” sighed Cloud, “about three hundred billion.”

“Good grief,” exclaimed Hydra. “I bet that makes accepting party invites awkward.”

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32 thoughts on “Cloud Crisis”

    1. Why thank you. I think if the whole world at some point looks at the clouds philosophically, there’s gotta be something more to them.

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    1. Thank you, Nina. You’re welcome. Your blog title was what originally caught my attention. A strangely optimistic, optimistic title. šŸ™‚

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  12. Is it weird that I want clouds to actually look like that? Like, a late fall day and I look out the window, “Huh. It’s gonna rain really hard later. That one’s got pretty big arms.” I really liked this one. Thank you!

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    1. Haha, clouds are whatever we think we see in them. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen whispy arms dangling from them a few times… šŸ™‚

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